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I could have spoken. But I waited for those eyes to look at me. Psychologically, it was kind of a way to control him. If you get someone to look at you, that's a form of control. And this was how I wanted my exit to be. No one was going to speak to me the way he had, and I would go out on my terms.
Finally, those dark brown eyes of his sauntered up to mine. The only thing that threw me off was the fact that his eyes lingered on my breasts for a second. I can't say that I was completely surprised, but there was. I thought the man disliked me. But clearly, he liked my breasts.
"Is there a problem? Do you need something for work?" I could tell just from the muscles in his cheeks that he clenched his jaw when he was done speaking.
"There is a problem. I don't like the way you spoke to me before. Maybe I took things too far, but I won't be a smoking tool like a doormat. I'm quitting."
It did feel scary, but it also felt like a relief saying that. It wasn't the fact that I was quitting my job. It was more the fact that I was standing up for myself.
He left his desk and walked to the door without saying a word. When he closed it, my heart started to race. My breath also grew short. If I had been sitting down, my leg would have been shaking.
"First of all, I'm your boss. And the way that you were speaking to me before was unacceptable. It had nothing to do with work. You were veering off the subject completely. And you were snippy. If you want to quit because of that, I don’t care, be my guest. But if you’re going to work for me, I won't be your doormat either. Don't bring the heat if you can't handle me talking to you a certain way."
I hated that I could feel my desire in my panties when he spoke to me the way he did. I could feel myself dripping. Why was I so toxic? He was my boss. Why did I want to antagonize him more? This was a big problem because I was supposed to quit my job. I wasn't supposed to be dancing between looking at his eyes and his lips. But the stubble around those things, I just wanted to feel them. I wanted to be tickled by it when I kissed him. But kissing him was off the table. That was a fantasy that needed to not be anywhere near my mind. " I just don't think you can take a strong woman talking to you. And you get all defensive like a little boy."
He laughed. It was a mocking laugh. " I get defensive? You're the one who just threatened to quit. I moved on after I said what I said. You're the one who is probably fuming throughout lunch because I spoke back to you. What? Maybe you're not used to a strong man talking to you?"
He was only about a foot away from me. I took advantage. Moving in, I did yet another thing that was taboo. I kissed him.
There was this two-second, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, where I waited for him to press off me. I thought I had definitely crossed the line because it was all on impulse. And usually, when you did something on impulse, it was. But to my surprise, he didn't press off. He kissed me right back. He even brought a hand up to the back of my neck to pull me in closer. His lips were aggressive. And you mix that with the stubble. I was getting wetter by the second. He was hitting all the right places with his lips. The tongue came right after. The way that he put his tongue in my mouth was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I had kissed plenty of men in my lifetime. His tongue felt like it was classically trained or something. I melted in his presence. I lost all sense of where I was or who I was at that moment. Was I his employee? No. I had just become this woman he was making out with, and I didn't want to lose that title whatsoever. If anything, I wanted to double down on it.
So that's what I did. I grabbed him by the hips and moved in, so our chests touched. My nipples were so hard that I wondered if he could feel them through my bra and blouse. I definitely didn't mind if he did.
Because my nipples were hard, my mind went to an even dirtier place, wondering whether or not he was hard downstairs. I pushed my lower half against it to feel. Something long and thick. I celebrated inside with anticipation.
I knew for sure that he wanted me. And I wanted him. I knew that once the kiss ended, things would be different. They would be way different. It would be no going back and putting our little argument to shame. But what was life if you weren't living?
I chose to live.
Chapter 4
Tomaso
Tomaso
Inallmyyearsworking at the company, nothing compared to what was happening in that office.
I had her up against the door. This was so that I could lock my office. Once that had been accomplished, I moved her off of the door and brought her towards my desk, where I knocked everything off in cliche fashion. What the hell was I doing? This was wrong. This could cost me my entire livelihood. At the same time, I was a mafia boss. We didn't do things like this. All right, maybe we did. It was just a tricky thing, though. Being that I was in my place of business. It was my day job. You don't do those types of things at your day job. That was where you were supposed to be as straight as an arrow. The mafia was where he acted up. That was where you pushed the limit. And your day job, that was a place where you were a good boy. But as my tongue danced with hers, I was everything but.
She started to kiss my neck, and that was when I peered down into her blouse. She had these beautiful breasts that were nestled in this purple bra. They teased me. And I wasn't one that dealt with teasing well. So as those soft and warm lips kissed my neck, right around the stubble, I started to unbutton her blouse.
This was when I felt her body get a little less tense like she was going with the flow of things. That she didn't push my hand away told me she wanted to go further. I was about to see her breasts, after all. If she had a problem with that, she could stop me. I needed to see them. I wanted to know what her nipples looked like.
The blouse came off, and there she sat, kissing me in just her bra. I wasted no time as I slipped my hands behind her back and unhooked the clamp. About a second later, I was looking at her nipples. They were this beautiful deep red, the size of silver dollars. They were all so massively hard. I had to feel them with my fingertips. The sensation of her rigid nipples made my dick harder. I wondered when she was going to grab it. She took the initiative to kiss my neck, and I wanted her hand to jerk me. I wanted to feel those slender fingers wrapped around my cock.
It was like she read my mind because she hastily unbuckled my pants the next thing I knew. I had forgotten we were at work and actually had to do things. Maybe it wasn't smart to take her right now. I didn't have to worry because my pants and boxers came down. Her eyeballs rested right on my cock. She looked hungry.
When she grabbed the long veiny thing, it was no longer semi-soft. It went fully hard and wrecked. She gripped it tight, making it seem smaller than it was.
When she started to jerk me, I disappeared from the world for a moment. I just kept getting harder and harder somehow. And she knew it. Because she wore a little smirk as she jerked me off. That turned me on because, in a way, she would stay in control. It was much like our little argument before. Tit for tat. Except now it was literally. And it was my turn to be the aggressor.
I reached down and started to rub her crotch. Her whole body stopped moving for a moment. That made me smile. I watched her mouth open a little bit as her eyes did the opposite. She moved forward to allow me more leverage. She opened her legs wider and guided my hand up and down. She had become a different person in her sexy form, and I loved every second of it.
I stuck my hand in her pants to feel her. She was soaked beyond soaked. This filled me with adrenaline. They made my hand move. Almost like I was a DJ. And then I needed to take her pants off. That couldn't wait one bit.
I did just that, and she welcomed it. The moment when my cock went inside of her was a blur. It happened, though. She was tight. Tighter than I had expected. Even with knowing just how wet she had been. I held both her ass cheeks while thrusting in and out. She let out these little moans she had to cover with her hand. It was both cute and sexy. No matter how feisty she was, she was still coy at times. How could you really blame a girl? This had to be the first time she had sex in an office, so it was my first time, so maybe I was projecting.
Her butt cheeks were squishy in my hands. Warm and squishy. She had a nice big butt that filled both of them. I gave those cheeks a little squeeze with every thrust that I made. She was still covering her mouth as if I couldn't hear her. Those little moans of hers were borderline squeaks. I couldn't help but smirk the entire time. They made her seem so small. But again, nothing had been sexier.
